Talent imitates, genius steals.
Turning Wearily, as one would turn to nod goodbye to Rochefoucauld, If the street were time and he as the end of the street.
For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.
My mind may be American but my heart is British.
Envy is everywhere. Who is without envy? And most people Are unaware or unashamed of being envious.
Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity, there never was a cat of such deceitfulness and sauvity.